"Чарльз Буковски. Дневник последних лет жизни (engl)" - читать интересную книгу автораnot.
"All right," he said reaching into his briefcase, "here's a rough idea..." He handed me 4 or 5 sheets of paper. It was mostly a description of the main character and I thought they had gotten me down fairly well. The old writer lived with this young girl just out of college, she did all his dirty work, lined up his readings and stuff like that. "The station wanted this young girl in there, you know," said Joe. "Yeah," I said. Linda didn't say anything. "Well," said Joe, "you look this over again. There are also some ideas, plot ideas, each episode will have a diferent slant, you know, but it will all be based on your character." "Yeah," I said. But I was beginning to get a bit apprehensive. We drank another couple of hours. I don't remember much abou the conversation. Small talk. And the night ended... The next day after the track I turned to the page about the episode ideas. 1. Hank's craving for a lobster dinner is thwarted by animal rights activists. 2. Secretary ruins Hank's chances with a poetry groupie. 3. To honor Hemingway, Hank bangs a broad named Millie whose husband, a jockey, wants to pay Hank to keep banging. There must be a catch. 4. Hank allows a young male artist to paint his portrait and is painted into a corner into revealing his own homosexual experience. 5. A friend of Hank's wants him to invest in his latest scheme. An industrial use for recycled vomit. I got Joe on the phone. "Well, we don't have to use that one." "Let's not. Listen, I'll talk to you later, Joe." I hung up. Things were getting strange. I phoned Harry Dane, the actor. He'd been over to the place two or three times. He had this great weatherbeaten face and he talked straight. He had few affectations. I liked him. "Harry," I said, "there's this tv outfit, channel -- they want to do a series based on me and they want you to play me. You heard from them?" "No." "I thought I might get you and this guy together and see what happens." "Channel what?" I told him the channel. "But that's commercial tv, censorship, commercials, laugh tracks." "This guy Joe Singer claims they have a lot of freedom with what they can do." "It's censorship, you can't offend the advertisers." "What I like most is that he wanted you for the lead. Why don't you come to my place and meet him?" "I like your writing, Hank, if we could get, say, HBO maybe we could do it right." "Well, yeah. But why don't you come over, see what he has to say? I haven't seen you for a while." "That's right. Well, I'll come but it will mainly to see you and Linda." "Fine. How about the night after next? I'll set it up." "O.k.," he said. I phoned Joe Singer. "Joe. Night after next, 9 p.m. I've got Harry Dane coming over." "O.k., great. We can send a limo for him." "Would he be alone in the limo?" "Maybe. Or maybe some of our people would be in it." "Well, I don't know. Let me call you back..." "Harry, they are trying to suck you in, they want to send a limo for |
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